Went to the mall today and saw this girl with her dad holding hands. They looked so...normal. Fucking gross. My dad hasn't held my hand since I was like, twelve. Now when we're in public, he keeps this stupid 'respectable distance' like I'm some stranger. Meanwhile, I'm just imagining what it would feel like if he pressed me against a wall in a dark corner of the parking garage, his cock hard against my thigh, whispering in my ear how pretty I look in my new skirt. My heart was pounding so loud I thought everyone could hear. Had to go to the bathroom and rub one out in a stall just to calm down. Why does he have to be so fucking ancient and proper all the time? #NotADaddyIssue #ItsADaddySolution #BratLife (PS: The skirt is black and way too short. He hasn't noticed. Obviously.)